I'm talking about those moments in our lives that have us laughing now, but we may not have been so amused at the time. My friend Tawna calls them TSTL (Too Stupid to Live) moments, and her blog post the other day brought some of my own TSTL moments flooding through my mind. I've had more than a few.
The best and worst happened during my teen years. That was a long time ago, but some memories are made to last. Unfortunately. And just for grins, I'm gonna share one with you
Do you remember your first date? I do. It was a group date because that's all my mom would allow. And to be honest, I wasn't all that crazy about the boy I went out with. In fact, as I recall, I didn't even like him. But it was a date! And my very first one! Can you see where I'm going with this?
The other couple on this date was my sister and some guy she liked, who was probably a friend of my date and the reason I was asked to come along in the first place. That's why my mom even allowed this little outing. Big sister chaperone. Picture me rolling my eyes.
We went bowling. I suck at bowling, but I didn't really care. Did I mention how excited I was to go out on my very first date?
I remember exactly what I wore, too. This was the seventies and bell bottoms were still quite popular. I should have worn jeans, but instead I chose a pair of black and white floral print pants that were a wee bit too tight around my lower region. After many washings they'd become soft and comfortable. They were cotton and long enough to cover my flip flops. Heaven forbid you let your toes show from beneath your bells. Ahem.
Being forced to wear bowling shoes bruised my sense of fashion, but I bucked up and stepped up to the lane with bowling ball in hand. I eyed the pins as I'd seen others in the alley do, bent my knees, stepped up to the line with arm cocked back, and did an expert deep knee bend as I released the ball to roll quickly toward its intended target.
That's when I heard the rip. And I'm not the only one who heard it, either.
I split my pants from waistband to crotch. I'm proud to say, however, that I scored a spare for my trouble.
I wore a white peasant blouse that was almost long enough to cover the rip. Thank goodness I'd brought the sweater my mom had forced on me, because I was able to wrap it around my waist to hide the tear in my britches.
I think I sat out the rest of the game, I don't really remember. I just remember counting the minutes until it was time to go home. My date pretended he hadn't noticed, but I knew he did. I saw him and his friend chuckling about it. My sister... well, she was no help. She just laughed.
Lesson learned: Prior to a date, make wise wardrobe choices. Did I learn from this? Not really. I always was a slave to fashion, even when the apparel I chose wasn't appropriate to the event. It's how I rolled back then. Now? Not so much. I'm not sure I even know what fashion is anymore.
Care to share any embarrassing moments from your youth? Misery loves company. :)